Superhuman
It’s an eight hour drive to Mokpo, the southern coast of Korea. The forest starts right at the yellow line at the edge of the paved road. The canopies make mountains that slope up and down–like giant, mossed elephants lying next to the freeway. It feels like I can run down their green trunks, jumping atop one head to the next. The crisp air pierced my pores and I could breathe again. But I didn’t know that I’d been suffocating. And these psycho-social images: money, career, family, time, an inability to provide. Unnatural fear and concern left me, carving off the inhibiting excess that held me back from being human. Not human to err, but to be surpassing with inexhaustible room for growth. And human capacity–innate consciousness over rocks, body over plants, mind and reason over animals.
I wanted the lush sight to sink into my bones, the feeling that I could bound over the mountain edge into the black space. I must have been in a snow globe when the top cracked open, a whole set of capabilities and vigor widening my mind. Like I hit “empty bin” to the trash I didn’t know that held me back physically, mentally, psychologically, socially from fitting dreams/goals into a worth life. Sometimes, there are grave mounds on the mountainside, the old generations that sleep with one eye open. I smiled out of ego. The past and their spirits, the precursor staring wearily at the future generation that drives by on bald tires. The feared world they must have left. I wanted to make them proud.
i love seeing gigantic things next to freeways, i used to see giant giant bears running with me along the road to the side while i was in the passenger seat, like a giant anime monster bear. this was like 2 yrs ago
i love the "empty bin" part. Love it.
Loved this post, especially. Description is so great. I love the depth to which you take your writing. It's all about commitment and you've got it!-Keegan
I love the use of black space, personally I always think of depression. You are so talented!
Hi Angela..the poems I have written are all on the blog, there are a few more I didn't put up because I don't like their quality. Sometimes I can write a poem in a day, sometimes my brain is stunted and it can take two weeks. As far as publishing poetry, I do not consider myself good enough to be published and seeing how very hard it is to publish poetry I don't envision any publisher ever thinking my poetry is worthy enough. I'm an amateur and maybe not even that. Also, I would have no idea how to go about it and I just have that kind of personality where self-esteem evades me that if I was rejected publicly I don't think I could handle it. Also, I know nothing of the legal side of publishing. It means so very much to me that you read my poetry and that someone as intelligent and who has such talent finds my words interesting. Thank you so much.
)
Good Writing. Very good writing– about things that need to be expressed. Good for you.
"…like giant, mossed elephants lying next to the freeway. It feels like I can run down their green trunks, jumping atop one head to the next."I love this image. It's almost Dr. Seuss-like to me…!! You have a way of hitting me, everytime,with something very pleasing to the imaginative mind -Right of the bat, and continued throughthe way you strike vice and virtue;You move me and by that I'm movedto be a better man;You urge me to develop themesand imagery that would be worthyof your own listening-ear to hear, or eyes to see…You see,Our words provoke authors-to-beas well as the perpetually-ponderous…Like you and me!!
Okay I\’m convniced. Let\’s put it to action.
RB0dnE uupbdxtfhhzv